Sometimes, lying in bed at night, watching the fireflies in the woods behind my house, I hear the most terrifying noise. (No, not the barking dog next door - that's the most annoying noise.) It's more high pitched and sharp. It's the fox.
We have a family of foxes that live behind our house, but there is one that I especially love. (Even if their barking at night scares me!)
When we first moved in to this house, just before Halloween, I came home from a friend's house late at night (maybe 11:00ish). When I went to pull into my parking space, there were 3 foxes (foxi?) standing in it. They looked defiantly up at me and refused to move for a minute. Finally, the big one (the one I love now), barked at the other two and they went up into my front yard. (I could hear Watson going INSANE in the house!)
Then, the staredown began...
I sat in my car for a long time while the foxes just sat in my yard looking at me. After another few minutes, the big one (let's call him Swift), barked again and the trio strolled off down the side walk. When I got out of my car, my neighbor (who was hanging Halloween decorations at 11:30 at night to surprise his children) yelled out to me, "Welcome to the neighborhood! You'll see all kinds of weird animals in this place!"
Swift and I have encountered each other several times in the past 8 1/2 months. Typically, it's very early in the morning when it's just getting light out and no one else is out except for me walking Watson. Swift likes to watch us walking from the woods, and sometimes walks parallel and just behind us. He never comes out, never comes close, and Watson never notices him. I think Swift likes me.
I hope Swift knows how much I love foxes. Once, I almost made Ayla wreck her car because I screamed "I LOVE FOXES!" in sheer excitement upon seeing one cross the road in front of us. I also used to have a fox that played with my old dog - she was in love with him. I sure wish I could have a fox for a pet!
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